Mini Bio

I’m 38. I live on the outskirts of a small Montana town — one that has three stop signs, two bars, a blacksmith, and no grocery store. Sharing the hovel I call home is my husband, Brian, and our dogs, Levee and Wicket.

What’s a Suzzerpuss?

I have no idea.

My grandfather (Pappy) called my sister and I Ralph, Clyde, or Charlie, depending on the day. My grandmother (Nanny) called us both Suzzerpuss.

When I told her that I’d picked Suzzerpuss for a webpage name, she asked me what a Suzzerpuss was. So, I guess no one knows.

These Here Are My Desires

May 22, 2015/

When Brian stops anywhere he will always text, asking if there’s anything I want. My reply is usually, “Yes, horsies!” Sometimes it’s “Yes, his irks,” because the more predictive my phone gets, the lazier I get. Sometimes I don’t even look at the screen, I just tap around near where I believe the letters are and hope for the best. We have a rule against correcting auto-corrects though, so whatever comes out has to stay, which is how things like “You ruined of schillings with trucks to stop it!” and “You’re so graphic with the teddy grahams,” get captured and sent to the whole family.

Today Brian surprised me with a couple his irks.

When I took them out of the bag my first comment was “HUOUH!” I don’t know how to spell a gasp, sorry. My second comment was “Wow, they’re shod! That’s really detailed.” My third comment was “Buhhhm,” which is why I don’t talk to people, followed by “Oh my, that’s really detailed.”

If I didn’t despise dusting, I’d collect every horse.

They’re Schleich, and can be found here (Amazon) or here (Tractor Supply).